| Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
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| Roll the windows up baby, blow an ounce with me
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| We tight of the green and Hen
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| Get in the wind
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| Pick the chipped up flip up and call your friends
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| Lets do it till the police kick the doors in
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| Tell them niggas get to steppin', let all the hoes in
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| Make room for this big body
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| In a big body, pimp caso, the life of a 'cardi
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| Brave, back as a spade
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| Teeth glistening, hard core, hittin'
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| EightBall the one they mentionin'
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| Hot South southern fried everybody wanna taste
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| Erase hate, and bring love to a dark place
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| Show my face, and get love when I’m recognized
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| G and me in the 5 gettin' high
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| Ball has got cheese
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| Showin' love with the thicky
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| Relax your mind and baby bounce with me
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| You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me
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| Break it down, make it fat, fire it up with me
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| But you know what I really want you to do with me
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| Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
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| You could sex on ex in the lex with me
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| Lick it up, lick it down, baby, work with me
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| But you know what I really want you to do with me
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| Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
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| Get on a continental jet 7:30 in the A-M
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| A-T-L bound tryin' to escape the mayhem
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| Beeper off, at the Swiss with my mistress
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| Kissin' me, and lickin' me, actin' like she miss this
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| Playground just for her to play in the hay around
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| Fringe benefits, make her wanna stay around
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| Money makin' cats with gats who love hood rats
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| Thug players who make tracks, and bust raps
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| Confidentialy, we represent Tennesee
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| Gain control, puttin' soul in this industry
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| Bounce, baby, bounce
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| Shake the room up
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| Do it, keep it hyped
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| So we can blast off
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| High into the sky
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| Until the beat stops
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| But don’t stop, till all the hoes clothes drop
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| Call big Ball Dr. Sticky, got the remedy
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| Throw your hands up and baby bounce with me
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| Now I have been many places, seen so many things
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| Did what a lot of niggas only see in they dreams
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| Hoes used to be like, uh, nigga you too big
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| Now they let me bust shots all over they wig
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| In the bed, on the floor, hot tub everyday
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| I know it be this way, cause I make a lot of pay
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| I smoke a lot of hay, tune up mentally
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| Gentally, grab a pen and kill the enemy
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| Dead, cause everything I said flip like work
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| Made a stack, bustin' raps, doin' concerts
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| Hate to see a player doin' good, I know
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| Behind my back, talkin' shit like a little hoe
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| Little did you know, I got the people standin' up
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| Tucked away, in the cut, makin' platinum stuff
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| EightBall spittin' nothin' but poetry
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| Relax your ind, and baby, bounce with me |